Yea, I shall return with the tide.

What shall i say of these save that they too stand in the sunlight, but with their backs to the sun?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were...

... joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.